When the wind is crawlin' at y'r basement floor & the rats are runnin' round tryin' to get underheath y'r chamber door when I smell the . . . on y'r sweatstained street & I see this French chick lickin' my speed When the snow is wettin' my old wooden chair & the crabs are runnin' round in my pubic hair when y'r bubblegum is stickin' in my pubic hair when all my old sollicitors come around, only needles for a pay & all me brandnew visitors only have spoons to give away
all my precious pleasures you took away with all your charms & all my so called treasures made a strainer of my arms
damn this cruel december days shift into nights I wish I could remember how you drifted from my sight anything I can think of it never seems enough I make friends with y'r daddy I make friends with y'r dog just to get you let me back in y'r love just to get you let me back in y'r loveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
